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An except from our dinner conversation tonight:
Duncan: I’ve got a job to do!
Daddy: What’s your job, buddy?
Duncan: My job is to cut paper.
Mummy: Oh, is Berry’s job to color on paper?
Duncan: Yes.
(This seems about right to me. After...
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The kids have been making us a little crazy lately, so we decided to try doing something new today. We went to visit the Cumming Nature Center in Honeoye Falls.
Our plan was several-fold: It’s an hour drive away — farther than we’d usually...
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I’m determined to get some spiritual focus back into my everyday life. God knows I need the patience with a toddler and a pre-schooler. So the search for a Sunday morning sanctuary continues.
Last Sunday, the kids stayed home at the Church of Daddy...
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I’ll admit that sometimes I don’t know how best to entertain two lively little ones once naptime (or school) is over. Berry often wakes up grumpy and Duncan doesn’t always nap at pre-school, so he’s on the road to meltdown city...
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I knew this time was coming. Pants becoming progressively tighter aren’t very subtle. And, even though I avoided stepping on the scale for as long as I could, one day I did it. It wasn’t pretty. And why did we ever teach Duncan to read letters...
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At playdates this summer, a couple of my Mommy friends have talked about their church - book club meetings, Women’s retreats, that kind of thing. I miss going to church. Mostly I miss the fellowship, the healing that takes place, the communing with...
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My blogging friend, Christa on Vocational Duality, often writes about balancing work life with mothering life. I’ve been fortunate in managing the two somewhat separately most of the time. But not this last week.
When Duncan was a baby and I leapt...
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It’s not easy to find time to tend the garden with two little ones. Or do any singular activity, for that matter. They like to be involved.
Our backyard, tiny as it is, is now strewn with kids toys. The turtle sand box, basketball hoop, water table...
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I’m not the only one who likes to cook in our house. We hauled the play kitchen up from the basement and put it in Berry’s room. It was a hit with Chef Berry and soux chef Duncan. There has been corn eating, pie making and lots and lots of...
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There’s something so satisfying about cooking dinner with food from my garden.
Dinner tonight - currently bubbling away on the stove — features tilapia (from who knows where) cooked in a tomato and pepper sauce. The tomatoes, red pepper and...
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I love my compost bins, tucked away behind the garage. It’s so quiet and private back there (a big thing in a city backyard) and smells of leaves and rain and the forest.
I finally got around to screening my compost. Oh, what beautiful stuff. It’s...
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We (finally) hear and talk a lot about global warming and carbon footprints. But it all seems very vague and nebulous. I know my impact on the earth is larger than I’d like it to be. I know, as a society, we’re living way out of balance. But...
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My mum sent me a link to the “Four Hour Work Week” guy peeing a hard boiled egg by blowing through a hole in the top. It sounded very interesting.
I buy free range organic eggs, usually directly from the farmers (rather than the supermarket...
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I had so much fun at Duncan’s birthday party that - as exhausted as I was - I had a hard time falling asleep last night. This morning, even though Kevin has Berry downstairs and Duncan is still sleeping, I can’t get back to sleep for thinking...
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I’ve been woefully ignoring my blog again. Must be too busy picking weeds out of the garden.
OK, so I’m not yet a master composter. I was a bit desperate for soil to fill in a new bed, so I used compost that hadn’t been properly heated...
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